Larksong Poem by Douglas Dunn
Larksong
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A laverock in its house of air is singing
May morning, May morning, and its trills drift
High on the flatland's abstract hill
In the down-below of England.
I am the aerial photograph it takes of me
On a sonar landscape
And it notates my sorrow
In Holderness, where summer frost
Melts from the green like her departing ghost
Thursday, December 18, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: house,sorrow,summer
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